ITT: We Have All Become Pokémon

"Hmm... no, not really. I was never the best at showing extreme negative emotions, either I full-on panic, sob hysterically, or I show absolutely nothing. I know it doesn't seem like it, but I'm pretty freaking terrified. You weren't around at the beginning, but I lost it. I don't think I freaked out that much before, least not as far as I remember. And that only lasted a few seconds before I 'calmed down.' Either way, you have more of a right to be freaked out. You swapped species and gender! That's a double whammy."

edited 9th Apr '17 9:13:25 PM by BaconZorp

[The room itself is pretty bare. There's only a chest available for storage, which makes sense, Pokémon don't need clothes and all we really have is this seed from someone. Speaking of, I place it gingerly onto the nighttable beside the bed, though I don't know if I should keep it too close to the candlelight lantern. Looking around, I notice a convenient hook in the middle of the ceiling, and lifting up the lantern reveals the bottom isn't fixed to the circular convectional contraption, making it look more like a bulb with a conical top.]

"Hey, PJ," [I show him the lamp,] "you think you can help me get this up onto there?" [I point at the hook on the ceiling as I get up onto and stand on the bed.]

edited 9th Apr '17 9:21:30 PM by BlackMageAnolis

Mila's face turns bright red, and she attempts unsuccessfully to bury it under the sheets.

"I—I—I had completely forgotten about that. I was so worried for my life that I didn't even consider it! I was confused by that guy Koss earlier, but that makes more sense now... Oh, god, what is even going on? We all wake up and suddenly we're Pokemon? Are our bodies still back home? Can we even get back home? How much time will have passed if we do?"

Mila's voice slowly chokes up, and eventually devolves into a quiet sobbing.

"I-I-I-'m so sorry, I shouldn't *gulp* be doing this to you."

shit

OH SHIT

"U-Uhm..." Finley tries to get closer and gently pat her on the head, "hey, it'll be alright. At least you got friends here. You're not alone in this!" Finley was never the best at cheering others up, but he can at least try. "We're going to figure all this out, okay?"

"I mean, if I could do it without burning myself, sure."

*Carefully, I grab the lantern and carry it to the ceiling. The heat the candle gives off is harder to handle than I expect, but with some effort, I get it hooked onto the... hook. Feeling dramatic, descend in quite possibly the worst way imaginable: I stop beating my wings and allow myself to fall to the ground, strategically landing on Eliot's pillow below. I play dead for a split second before jumping up and striking a pose.*

"Ta-da! (God, that heat was unbearable.)"

edited 9th Apr '17 9:34:51 PM by CaliburnAbsoluteEX

Mila continues sobbing for a good minute before she can muster a response.

"I know *sniffle* you're right, but i-it's like my mind won't *sniffle* be reassured. I just... think of things that would be worse, not *sniffle* what makes things better. L-like when I was lost I was so happy to see all of you, but *gulp* all I could think about was what if you never found me?"

edited 9th Apr '17 9:37:10 PM by Cabe_Bedlam

[Wow, I didn't expect him to actually do that on his own. I was gonna let him save some energy and hold it up, but I guess he wanted to show off some, eh? I sit back down on the bed.]

"...y'know, you're probably the smallest thing here, and yet you were able to belt out...um...what the hell were you singing again?"

"Isn't the important thing that it didn't happen? I'm sure that, even if you didn't find us, you'd find someone else to help you. We're sorry we lost you, but we wouldn't intentionally let you get hurt, okay? You're safe with us."

Mila shuts her eyes, and after a few seconds her breathing stabilizes.

"You know, I think I feel safe now for the first time since we got here. Thank you."

"Hey, it's okay... You're gonna be alright. Just relax. Do you need anything?"

"Nuclear. Mike Oldfield. MGSV. Good song, kinda been hooked on it and a few other MGS tracks lately."

*I plop down on the pillow and make myself comfortable.*

"That was not me at my best, though. I actually take theatre in my off time, pretty fun."

(Oh wait no there's something very obviously wrong with that sentence.)

"Oh yeah wait that's right, this is my life now. Shit, I had friends there too. And friends outside of theatre. And... You know what, I'll stop, I really don't need this to be settling in right now."

[I decide to lay on my side.]

"...yea, I understand, man."

[I stare off into space a little, trying to think of something to say.]

"...so, what...what sort of endgame you see for this? Y'think we'll really be stuck here or..."

[Shit, that was entirely the wrong thing to say.]

"Just... sleep I think. But don't we all, after today?"

Mila moves towards the head of the bed, and worms her way under the sheets. Moments later, her head pops back out, looking towards Finley with slightly misty eyes.

"I guess this is going to be strange, with all the changes that have happened, huh?"

"Yeah, it's gonna be tough. But I'm sure we can adapt." Finley curls up in the middle of the bed, and tries to relax himself for sleep.

"Goodnight, Mila."

"Night, Finley."

Mila rolls over to face the center of the bed, and grabs her tail with her front paws once more. Moments later, her muscles relax and she is fast asleep.

"Worst case scenario? Yeah, probably. Just... I dunno, don't think about it or something. Think of all the bad stuff you're leaving behind instead, I suppose. Like, I don't have to put up with my younger sibling, and I won't have to deal with, uh..."

(Wow, I never thought I'd ever wish for my life to be bad, but suddenly these escapist fantasy scenarios seem less favorable when your life beforehand doesn't suck. Or, at least, what I can remember. Why does it feel so weird when I try getting into specifics?)

"...You know what, if we're gonna angst about this, we might as well do it now. So, should I ask what you're leaving behind? Because I just realized I have a bunch of friends and family members I might never see again! Haha... Fuck me."

I walk to a room comfortable-seeming enough to be my own, since everyone seems to have their own. As I entered, I saw a Sylveon lying on the bed.

"Ahh! Who in the heck are you?"

"And who are you?"

I called out to the others. "HOI GUYS! There's a fuCKIGN SYLVEON IN MY ROOM!"

edited 9th Apr '17 10:49:14 PM by fdiaperhead

[I sigh.]

"Yea...really, I've been trying to hold that off, y'know, thinking about it? That's why I started singing, to sort of...keep my mind off of it. I just..."

[I move over and lay on my back, staring up at the candle.]

"Well, I'm leaving behind...let's see...I'm leaving behind a family, certainly. Mom, dad, younger sister, the kind who's a pill precisely half the time. I'm leaving behind classmates and teammates...I ran, so I, um...got some enjoyment out of that. There was a whole...bunch of people that I had met off of TVTropes..."

"...and...I guess I had a future, too. I was gonna go to college, get a job I don't know where, just...I was close, man. And yea, I was afraid and shit, didn't know what I was gonna do with myself, but I kinda felt like I could deal with it when I get there."

[I start tensing up a little.]

"But now for some goddamn reason, I'm here. Like, universe just fuckin' plucked me from some nice...poems, and then I was there with you guys!"

[F's shouting breaks me from my concentration.] "Uuuuuuuuuum, should we...do something about that?"

edited 9th Apr '17 11:00:04 PM by BlackMageAnolis

I shoot straight up, out of the light fixture in shock of the shouting

"WHA-what is g-going on?!"

I begin to float over towards the room of the yelling

"Eh, that'll probably be sorted out some way or another."

*I pause to take a deep breath. I'm not as good with serious talk when it's done in-person.*

"God, now you're making me think of what I had ahead of me. I had an end goal and an idea of the means I could go about achieving it, but no real idea what college I'd go to or anything like that. But now, here I am, 8 inches tall and stuck in a world without any goddamn internet. Guess acting's probably a bust. Writing too maybe, dunno how that'd work out when all my worldbuilding notes are gone and there are probably pencils bigger than me."

*I think over what Eliot said and something clicks together in my head.*

"Hey, wait a minute. If you don't mind me changing the subject, you said you used TV Tropes too? What was your username? You seem kinda familiar."

> Oz was just about to sleep, when he hear a scream coming from next door. His eyes immediately dart open.

"Ugh... what's going on?"

> *goes outside the room to see F in her room... and a Sylveon?*

"Huh. Looks like someone else is also here. Hello there; who're you?"

"My username? B-BlackMageAnolis..."

"You?"

The Sylveon answered.

"Ah, hello, my name is..."

"Mandy. Yeah, that seems about right. Anyway, I've been here for around half an hour. The lady was kind enough to take me in, fortunately. Anyway, I heard the mentioning of TV Tropes? My sister used to log in to that often. I wonder where she is now..."

(Beat) What's this now? Is the Sylveon the Espurr's relative? F, wasn't it?

"Wait, your sister? Oh no... does this curse target families too? This might be worse than we imagined..."

edited 10th Apr '17 2:06:02 AM by anza_sb